I Still Love You (part two)

I watched the glow of the taillights start to fade. I wanted to run after her, I needed to get her back, but my legs wouldn’t move. I wish the two evil lights would stop glowing. The tears slipped as I walked back to the house, picture of Amelia and I lined the walls. I looked at the smiling faces, kissing, laughing, being goofs, and just being in love.
"Where did that go?" I asked my self. The minutes passed slowly, my heart sinking faster and faster with each tick of the clock. I couldn’t take it any more, the pictures made it hurt even worse. I ripped one off the wall and chucked it against the wall across the room. When the hour was over every picture was smashed, ripped and destroyed, same with my heart.
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“One coffee please.” I didn’t even bother looking up at the waitress this time; all of my hope had been crushed. In the last five years I had ended my search for Amelia, I knew if she had ever wanted to come back to me she would have. I moved out of the small town to where I had last heard she had been seen, New York City. I was told that she was a waitress in a coffee shop. I went all across this big town looking for her, going to every coffee house I could find, but I couldn’t find her.
I looked up after the woman left and saw her short, black pigtails, she moved like dancer with long graceful movements. A new hope filled me.
“Amelia?” She paused as I got up. Slowly she turned around.